have always had this fantasy of watching another man taking my wife, sexually. I have discussed it with her, but while I can see it interests her, she has always refused to do it. Not that she is a prude or anything. She was far from being a virgin when we married, but has always said that I am the only man she has ever needed. We have been married about 2 and a half years, and she looks even better now than when we first married. When we were married, Barb was 36 years old. She is my blue-eyed beauty. I have always wanted the best for her. Thats why its always troubled me that she never seemed totally satisfied with our lovemaking. I always felt rather that if she experienced a larger endowed guy, she could truly be satisfied.Im not very big myself (4.5") what everyone used to call a "pencil-dick" in high school.
I have discussed the idea of her having sex with another man on numerous occasions in the last few years. The only time she has shown any interest is when we are having sex. It has never failed to get her really going. Using the idea of a tall hairy, well hung man has never failed to bring her to the brink of orgasm. But afterwards, her attitude would always change. She always says its just a fantasy, and to leave it at that. We were on our way recently on vaction. We had been driving for a good while when it started to rain. As the rain came down harder, we started looking for a place to pull over. Soon we gave up on finding a restaurant or rest area, and stopped under one of the overpasses. Just as we pulled up under it, we saw a hitchhiker running up under the same overpass. He was bundled up under a rain poncho, with a backpack over one shoulder.
We both looked at him as he shook the water out of his hair and clothes. He gave us a half smile and kept on with the business of getting dry. Then, Barb did something very typical for her. She rolled down the window and offered him a dry towel from the back seat of our car. He thanked her and intr... Læs hele novellen
